Raina stuck her tongue out at Penelope. "I was knocking on your front door for like ever and texted you twice! Your mom finally let me in." She wasn't actually annoyed - not more than very, very mildly, anyway. Penelope being a space case was old hat.

The bed was occupied by the cat (one pillow counted as "occupied") so Raina plopped herself down in the beanbag chair without further ceremony. The warmth of Penelope's bedroom was a welcome respite from the chill outdoors. Even with no snow on the ground, winters in Kingman could get frigid and Raina wasn't built for the cold.

"Whatcha working on?" She'd had half a mind to yank Penelope's headphones off and surprise her when she first entered, but that was the kind of stunt that Leila pulled on her all the time to get her attention, so Raina was well aware how annoying it was. Besides, all those little pixels looked like delicate work. She'd hate to ruin something just because she startled Penelope.

"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."